Day off…or not really, but the relaxed coffee sipping and vintage patch pressing have serenity built in. And so I have been gathering my thoughts about the pile of stitching that needs to be given a moment of serious appreciation for having taken the time, for having the opportunity to honor the quiet amidst the noise of days.
I rarely, can’t remember the last time I brought a work-project home so that I could get it done. Too many interruptions at the shop – some days . This restoration deserves my undivided attention. The more patches I repair, the more frayed cloth I discover. Sad to see fabric disintegrate with time and loving use. But joyful in it’s story of worn edges and recycled secrets.
So today I will